Ye Gods! It’s been forever since I’ve updated this thing. That’s mostly because I’ve been bound and gagged in the dungeon of that technilogical beast they call Twitter. For those of you who aren’t already, follow me at http://twitter.com/nickoomba. Anyway, Twitter’s wonderful from the communications major standpoint. It’s the one place where many people from all over the world can come together. For all you who still think Facebook and Myspace is the thing to do … Seriously?
Oh, yeah. There’s school, too. Classes are boring this semester. I’ve got Principles of Rhetoric and Argumentation, which is okay, but it’s an 8:00 in the morning class; Gender Communication is an interesting course, but I don’t really like reading the book for it; Ethics in Theory and Practice is a class that is only interesting to the most boring of philosophers; Theories of Human Communication is both boring and taught by a man that makes the Gods look humble. Speaking of Gender Communication, here’s something that all one of my loyal readers should find interesting.
I’ve been on Twitter for about 3 months now. During this time, I’ve talked to many people, and talked to a few of those on MSN. So I was talking to this guy on MSN, and he asks me what I’m wearing. I tell him I’m a muscle shirt and jeans and sandals, and he’s turned on by the fact that I’m wearing a muscle shirt, so I think he’s gay–not that there’s anything wrong with that, it just feels weird if you’ve never gone through that before. So I didn’t talk to him for a while, and then one night he asks me to describe myself, so I do. I tell him I have brown hair and eyes, I’m somewhat hairy, medium build, about five foot 7+1/2, and I have some manboobs going–and I do. They’re not ginormous or anything, but they’re there, and I can hide my dragon talisman in them if I lay down in just the right position.
At this point, he asks me if I’m a woman or a man. I tell him I’m a man. Apparently, not only did he think I was a woman, but almost 90% of my followers at that time thought so, too.
Now. Keeping in mind that I’m in a gender communication class, it’s only natural for me to want to know how these people got this impression. Never got a straight answer on that, but here’s the really cool part. In our text, there are people who are transgendered, meaning they have stereotypical traits of both males and females. I was particular taken with the idea, but only thought of it as an ideal for myself, since I thought I had traits from both sides anyway, but I never dreamed that I had achieved this state without even trying. So taken was I with this fact, that for the next 4 weeks, I went around proudly announcing to people that I was a transgendered individual. This, as you can already imagine, got many snickers from people. Only after going through about 5 or chapters of the book did I remember that another more acceptible term for my state of mind or being is androgyny, or androgynous.
And on that note, folks, it is apparent that I am back. In full force. DAMN! Does it feel good not to have a character limit.
Tags: Androgyny, Transgender
